home. home. homeeee.

i miss communal living. even with the nonsense of one, there was the company, the fun and even the commiseration. if only Singapore was a liiiittle bit bigger, it would be possible to have the "move-out" culture, and life would be so happz. i will continue dreaming.

the family is driving me nutsssssss. nus has insane amount of redtape. there's a million-and-one things to think, a thousand-and-one things to do, yet all i want to do is sit & stare into thin air. this is a bad bad time for re-entry to kick in. blaaah. kind of miss having 3 windows and a huge room with all the freedom in the world (limited only by common sense of not walking out of tuksdorp in the middle of the night). home feels weird. maybe i should stick one of my soft toys on my window to recreate that small part of home in tuksdorp. heh.